Finest of Things II
Gotta get me a big-ass chain
And a nice-ass whip
I'mma fuck up the dash in that bitch
On the freeway, I really be drifting
Damn
Call up the guys, they gon' blitz 'em
Bet I back out the chop and he fled
I catch a opp, I beat him 'til he what?
Nigga, I said what I said
I catch a opp, I beat him 'til he dead
I'mma make it, I know Momma worried
Call up Brody, he slide in a hurry
Thought I told 'em I'm chasing the dream
Get the fuck out my face if it ain't bout the green
Let me fuck, I'mma leave that bitch shaking
No, I can't eat it, lil' bitch, I'm Jamaican
Ain't gonna hop in a V if it don't got a tint
Brody tote, you can tell by the limp
For the niggas who speak on my name
I started this shit, stay up in your lane
Said I want me a Beemer, bitch
Off the wock got me leaning and shit
Let me fuck, got her screaming and shit
Take a pic, she deleting that shit
Shawty thought she was keeping that shit
This bitch snuck a flick while I'm sleeping and shit
Ayo Moosey, go clap that bitch
Matty be buggin', don't crash that whip
No two seat, three hoes in the back
Splee in my hand, got the blick on my lap
Since a youngin', been tryna get rich
I was only 14, tryna load up the bit
Tryna punch a nigga in his shit
Ain't here for discussions, bitch, you could get hit
Bitch, I rap what I see with my eyes
They speak on my name, these niggas telling lies
Do the dash in a G37
Told Brody, keep clicking, send 'em right to heaven
Said I want me the finest of things
I want me a milli, diamonds on the rings
Brody be stuffing the grip in my Mackage
Got a hundred racks under the mattress
Gotta get to the breesh
Gotta get to the breesh
Do the dash in a G37
Told Brody, keep clicking, send 'em right to heaven
Gang
Glah
Gotta get to the breesh
Gotta get to the breesh
Brody be stuffing the grip in my Mackage
Got a hundred racks under the mattress
AMG, nigga, we speeding, she give me top in a... Okay
Big-ass chain
With a nice-ass whip
I'mma mess up the dash in that bitch
On the freeway, I really be drifting
Damn
Call up the guys, they gon' blitz 'em
Bet I back out the chop and he fled
I catch a opp, I beat him 'til he what?
Nigga, I said what I said
I catch an opp, I beat him 'til he dead
And a nice-ass whip
I'mma fuck up the dash in that bitch
On the freeway, I really be drifting
Damn
Call up the guys, they gon' blitz 'em
Bet I back out the chop and he fled
I catch a opp, I beat him 'til he what?
Nigga, I said what I said
I catch a opp, I beat him 'til he dead
I'mma make it, I know Momma worried
Call up Brody, he slide in a hurry
Thought I told 'em I'm chasing the dream
Get the fuck out my face if it ain't bout the green
Let me fuck, I'mma leave that bitch shaking
No, I can't eat it, lil' bitch, I'm Jamaican
Ain't gonna hop in a V if it don't got a tint
Brody tote, you can tell by the limp
For the niggas who speak on my name
I started this shit, stay up in your lane
Said I want me a Beemer, bitch
Off the wock got me leaning and shit
Let me fuck, got her screaming and shit
Take a pic, she deleting that shit
Shawty thought she was keeping that shit
This bitch snuck a flick while I'm sleeping and shit
Ayo Moosey, go clap that bitch
Matty be buggin', don't crash that whip
No two seat, three hoes in the back
Splee in my hand, got the blick on my lap
Since a youngin', been tryna get rich
I was only 14, tryna load up the bit
Tryna punch a nigga in his shit
Ain't here for discussions, bitch, you could get hit
Bitch, I rap what I see with my eyes
They speak on my name, these niggas telling lies
Do the dash in a G37
Told Brody, keep clicking, send 'em right to heaven
Said I want me the finest of things
I want me a milli, diamonds on the rings
Brody be stuffing the grip in my Mackage
Got a hundred racks under the mattress
Gotta get to the breesh
Gotta get to the breesh
Do the dash in a G37
Told Brody, keep clicking, send 'em right to heaven
Gang
Glah
Gotta get to the breesh
Gotta get to the breesh
Brody be stuffing the grip in my Mackage
Got a hundred racks under the mattress
AMG, nigga, we speeding, she give me top in a... Okay
Big-ass chain
With a nice-ass whip
I'mma mess up the dash in that bitch
On the freeway, I really be drifting
Damn
Call up the guys, they gon' blitz 'em
Bet I back out the chop and he fled
I catch a opp, I beat him 'til he what?
Nigga, I said what I said
I catch an opp, I beat him 'til he dead
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Writer(s): D'andre Galbraith
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